"I see, Allan—every case must be judged by itself; every marriage requires a special ruling——"
"Well—er—exactly—only don't get to fancying that you could solve these problems. It's difficult enough for a priest."
"Oh, I'm positive a mere woman couldn't grapple with them—she hasn't the mind to! All she is capable of is to choose who shall think for her."
"And of course it would hardly do to announce that I had counselled a certain procedure of divorce and re-marriage—no matter how flagrant the abuse, nor how obvious the spiritual equity of the step. People at large are so little analytical."
"'Flexible,' Mr. Browett told his sister you were. He was right—you are flexible, Allan—more so than I ever suspected."
"Nance—you please me—you are a good girl. Now I'm going up to Bernal. Bernal certainly pleases me. Of course I shall do the handsome thing by him if he acts along the lines our talk has indicated."
She still sat in the falling dusk, in the chair she had taken two hours before, when Aunt Bell came in, dressed for dinner.
"Mercy, child! Do you know how late it is?"
"What did you say, Aunt Bell?"
"I say do you know how late it is?"